Tuesday, August 18, 2009

43yrs 3d

Only 362 more days to go until I am no longer eligible to do IVF with my own eggs at BigShotFertilityClinic. I was telling Magic last week how depressing it was that I was turning 34. Then I caught myself. I have a little dyslexia creep in once in awhile, which is not age related. Then I thought about it. Why couldn't I be 34 for a year? Everyone is always talking about how having a positive outlook can help you get pregnant. Instead of bemoaning the fact that I am now officially 43, I can just pretent I'm 34. I don't feel any older than 34, at least in my mind.

I attended my 25th high school reunion this past weekend as well. This was the first high school reunion I have been to, craftily having avoided all the others. Enough time has passed from teenage angst days that I really wanted to see where everyone was in their lives. Plus, I got to stay with my BFF, someone who I don't see often these days. It is daunting to have a number "25 years" in front of anything at my age, but I would have to say that all my classmates looked great, a little weight gain aside. Some women looked even more beautiful than when we were teenagers. A little over a third of our classmates attended out of a class of 63. I could only deduce that myself and one other did not have our own children, but I did not get a chance to directly ask everyone, though that was one of the standard questions. I was hoping to meet more women who didn't have children. There was only one gal like me who got married later in life who has been trying but no luck yet.

The juicer came with me this time, half way across the country. I found a rolley bag that worked well to pack it in and didn't get hassled too much at airport security about carrying it on. I really wanted to take pictures of my juicer on my trip, in the airport, at the reunion, but I think I would have gotten odd looks from my classmates who haven't seen me in 25 years. The crazy lady with the juicer. I didn't juice as fervently as I do at home, but at least I felt like my whole routine wasn't shot from traveling. I even found my brand of frozen wheatgrass juice at the store. My CM has taken a hike this cycle, and I'm not sure how much the traveling had to do with that. I had fun catching up with my classmates, but me and my juicer are glad to be home. I think I'm good for reunions for another 25 years!

Happy 34th!! (Since I am 48, I think I will try to avoid dyslexia, lol.)

I went to my 10-year reunion. There was an all-school reunion a few years ago I would have liked to attend, but it was the same weekend as my 20th wedding anniversary -- I didn't think dh would be impressed. ; ) I was never "popular," but the 10-year one was fun, and I think it would be even better now.

Happy Happy Birthday!I have to admit that I laughed out loud at your words: the crazy lady with the juicer. I am glad you had fun and I'm sure everyone was talking about how great and young you look :)

Happy happy birthday Phoebe, truly.It sucks ass that we have to dread it for IF reasons, but for all other reasons, happy birthday to you.And reunions are things I studiously avoid. Pathologically, actually.

I had my 25th class reunion last year and felt the same way about my classmates (looked great aside from a bit of extra weight).

I have an idea: What if next time you bring the juicer and introduce it to some of the people who had gained some weight. Who knows? Maybe you'd help some of your classmates and be the most popular reunion attendee?

wow a 25 year reunion! I haven't seen anyone from high school apart from facebook and other devices of the same sort. ;)how cool that you were travelling with the juicer. I remember the film Amelie, when her friend took a garden gnome and photographed it all over the world. Kudos to you for braving that reunion.